I cannot express my respect for the standing rock reservation protesters in deep enough terms. Native Americans face huge amounts of violence from police, from broken treaties and systemic constant racism, from all sides, from being talked about as if their communities no longer exist– I hope that in ten years, or twenty, when fresh clean water is a scarce resource, we remember who was fighting the good fight.
The Ultimate Wingman will end at chapter 25! And on the same day of the final chapter I will release my new fic: “Exchange.” I had previously put up a piece I was working on for it, but now I know it’s happening. Here is the official summary… AND MY CO-AUTHOR, VULPES, SAID SHE WILL JOIN ME THIS TIME!
Keith and Lance meet on the day the Galra and Alteans sign a treaty that the Galra Prince will marry Altean Royalty. If the treaty is broken, war will break between the two planets.
Keith and Lance get to know each other as small ten year olds and quickly become close friends. They figure out a way to communicate with each other once it is time for Keith to leave.
For ten years, the two boys live their separate lives, never seeing each other but always communicating. Then, when both are twenty, the boys anticipate seeing each other again during the official exchange of partners. Unfortunately, Prince Lotor decided to go against the wishes of his father and took the Altean Prince Lance as his groom instead of the Altean Princess Allura.
Due to this, Lance and Keith’s growing affection for each other is cut short before either could confess their feelings during their reunion.
Keith, part of the Galra family of Elite Guards, is forced to go on his life knowing he can no longer seek any attention or affection from the Altean Prince. To his surprise, his years of training paid off to a promotional position within the Galra’s Palace - The Personal Guard of the Altean Prince.
Forced to stay by each other’s side, Keith and Lance find themselves in an emotional journey of passion, betrayal, lust, love, and anguish - should they follow their heart and risk the lives of their people or keep their emotions aside to save their planets?
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. The forest is haunted!
First Lady brings truth with remarks about Native youth
Student commends First Lady Michelle Obama for remarks at a Native youth conference that touched on forced removal, broken treaties and boarding schools: Clearly the Obamas are strong allies for Native American nations.